11;57

Another day slips away and I gotta wonder

Lying here in my bed do I even care

Everyday seems the same, seems so paint by numbers

Early bird catches the worm is what the people tell me

Put on a face, put on a suit and then you'll be someone

I live for fun, live for One, live for little wonders

It's 11.57

And I'm running out of time

Pick me up and turn me on

Out of luck I'm out of my mind

Running out of time

Broken man with a pen and a piece of paper

Rolls the dice, takes a hit but he didn't care

Takes a card, takes your lies takes your name and number

Given what I got, got a lot, got a situation

Taken from the top, at the top it couldn't it be so bad

Lost the shirt and tie cause that style doesn't qualify me.